Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Migrating Birds lyrics

That summer with its total lie; O pang we learned at autumn's hands. Under the cloudscape, slow and high, A blackwing bird before my eye Wheeling for southern lands. The wildgeese magicked into flight, The clamoring cries of cranes that soar Over the land in gilded light. And then the shadow pulled down tight In winter blackout till they trek once more. Sensitive heart, senses laid bare! You have no nest in east or west, Landsick and restless here as there. Just learn to love life everywhere Or what is left of life and rest.